Actually, I didn't believe in love before, and I didn't know what love was. Then I met you.
I don't know if this is love. I miss you when I can't see you; I miss you when I look at you. When I see you smile, I want to hug you; when I see you cry, I want to hug you. When I hold you, I will miss you.
How did your love begin? And what does it end with?
This is a light-hearted article, babies should read it.
Conception: